Rated: NC-17. Warning, very disturbing subject matter. You are warned.
Disclaimer: Fiction. I do not own the chaacters of Glee.
Summary: An island exists for those who enjoy life as sexual slaves. The lights never go out, the champagne never stops flowing and the rich and beautiful play tantalizing games of dominance and submission in a thousand satin-lined bedrooms. Everyone is happy to be there. With one exception- Blaine Anderson. He is about to meet Kurt Hummel who is on his way to The Island in search of revenge, and the truth about his mother's death.
Chapter 1-Kurt
It's amazing how revenge can shape our lives, there are people whose every action, every thought, every breath they take is dictated by it, ruled by it. This tortuous need to have some wrongdoing justified can create more problems than they ever dreamed. It was at that moment I realised I was one of those people.
The panic beat in my chest as I felt the plane surge into the air. I was doing it. I was actually doing it! But the fear persisted. Was 'it' worth it? Worth my freedom to spite my father?
My father, what a joke that title was. William James Hummel, owner of several of the largest sexual slave plantations in the world. It was he who created the renowned, but oh so secret, 'Pleasure Islands.' A haven for those who hated hiding their illicit lusts and hiding it in shame from the world could serve as sexual animals for the rich and famous, after months of vigorous training of course. To begin with they would sign two years of their live away on the dotted line in return for half a million after serving their time. Of course there were time wasters, those who seeked only the money and not the depraved pleasure but the training wheedled those out, my father had told me. Suddenly I wondered if I would make it. Not that it would matter that much, my attempting to join would be enough to enrage my father but if I passed it would be all the more sweeter. This game I played was a dangerous one but not a new one. I wouldn't cease until I had the reaction I wanted, the one I needed. I wanted him to admit the contempt he felt for me and stop hiding behind the fatherly figure he had created after my mother's death. I wanted him to admit his crimes.
I was bitter, I knew this but this was more than some poor little rich boy mad at his Daddy. There were reasons behind my feelings and nothing could ever make me forgive him for what he did all those years ago.
"Excuse me? Do you have a light?" A pretty girl asked from the seat next to me.
" I'm sorry I don't smoke."
"Neither should I really, after we arrive that's one vice gone."
"Replaced by many more I hope!" A voice boomed from behind us.
"Noah Puckerman." The man said shoving his hands through the gap in the seats. "But call me Puck. Pleased to meet you."
The woman smiled and shook his hand. "Quinn Fabray. I'm an accountant from New York. God I'm so nervous. Aren't you both nervous?"
"Honestly? I'm terrified." I spoke up.
" Really? Well I'm not. Waited for this day my whole life. Hey!" He looked towards me. "What's your name?"
"Oh, it's Kurt…" I paused wondering whether I should give my real name, but decided against it. They'll know soon enough. "Kurt Heart."
"Heart? Wow that's pretty. Just like the boy himself." He looked at me slyly and I felt myself blushing. "Oh look at those rosy cheeks. The trainers will love you here."
"I think we'll be arriving…" Quinn began but was cut off suddenly by a woman's screaming.
"Please there's been a mistake! Let me off please!" The desperate blonde screamed running into the aisle quickly pursued by two male attendants who grabbed her by the underarms.
"Be careful with her…" Quinn urged.
"That's child's-play, wait 'til she's in the island." Puck said, chirpily. I turned to look at him and saw he wore no smile. Warm brown eyes twinkling, he slowly winked. Blushing I spun round in my seat. If I couldn't handle the attentions of this man, how could I handle the island?
"I'm feeling a bit like that woman." Quinn whispered to me.
"Frightened?" I asked
"No, hysterical." She gave a half smile. "My old life doesn't seem as bad now."
"I know how you feel." I whispered back, feeling the beads of sweat on my
forehead. And all the while I could feel those brown eyes boring into me from behind.
"Everyone off!" An attendant shouted and herded us roughly to the exit. I felt Quinn press urgently against me and I gave her hand a soft squeeze.
Finally, on the beach we were pushed into a small gathering, all in all there were nineteen of us. Ten women, nine men and all were visibly nervous. Everyone except Puck that is.
"Hello all my name is Gustave and I will say this once and once only! The men will be on the left and the women on the right. You will then strip and place your hands behind your back. Your clothes will be taken by the attendants and placed in a safe place. You will then be subjected to a light physical examination before been taken away to D-Wing. There you will be offered up to trainers. That is if anyone will have you because, quite frankly, you lot the sorriest lot I ever saw, and I've seen quite a bit. Stop that snivelling!" Gustave slapped the blonde from the plane hard. " Once chosen you will become that person's slave, their sexual vessel if you will. Any task they demand any depravity they desire you will do without question is that understood? You will refer to these people as Master or Mistress. Any rights you had you left on the plane. You're now inferior beings. Ladies and Gentlemen…" He smiled big. "Welcome to Pleasure Island!"
Quickly, the attendants bustled around us as we were forced to strip. Puck was naked first, gleefully handing over his clothes with a wry grin. I shut my eyes as I removed my garments. Your goal Kurt, remember your goal. One of the men snatched my clothing out of my hands barely meeting my eyes. To my left I saw Puck look my naked form up and down making the skin on the back of my neck heat and glow. He moved closer to me and I had to look up to meet his brown eyes. I swallowed nervously, my mouth dry and he raised a hand to my hair only to have it slapped away. "No touching!" Gustave called.
My heart beat madly in my chest as he stopped and surveyed us. Did he recognise me? Had my father alerted them? He grabbed Puck roughly around the waist and pulled him toward him. "You're in luck. I'm your examiner." Gripping Puck's shoulder he forced him to bend over, stroking his cheeks with his strong hands. "Very nice, a little soft maybe but we'll firm that up soon enough with plenty of lashings." Puck and I gasped in unison as Gustave inserted a finger into Puck's rectum. Swiftly moving his index finger in and out he began adding fingers. "Not very resistant, shows that you have little shame." Pulling him back into the upright position he twisted Puck's nipple hard. "I mean, look at the young fellow next to you. He is practically in tears." He moved away from Puck and towards me.
God, no! I thought. Don't do that to me, not to me.He pressed his fingers to my lips "Wonderfully soft and thick." He murmured "And such intense large eyes, over flowing with fear. Physically a perfect slave." He was so close that I could taste his breath. "Wait until your training is finished, young one. This will all be a walk in the park."
"Somehow I doubt that." I gasped as I realised I'd spoken out loud. Gustave grinned pleasantly then pulled me towards him by the back of my neck.
"Don't cross me you impertinent bastard. You have no idea who you're dealing with." Slowly he released me and backed away, never breaking eye contact.
My heart was pounding deafeningly now.
I was here for the next two years, but could I finish the day?